He, simple-minded, earnest, quite absorbed in his happiness, because that happiness seemed to fall in so easily with the busier, and, as some might say, the nobler side of his ambition.

She, failing to understand his aspirations, thinking only of his wealth.
"But," she said at length, "shall you--we--be allowed to do all this?
I thought that such schemes were not encouraged in Russia.

It is such a pity to pauperize the people." "You cannot pauperize a man who has absolutely nothing," replied Paul.
"Of course, we shall have difficulties; but, together, I think we shall be able to overcome them." Etta smiled sympathetically, and the smile finished up, as it were, with a gleam very like amusement.

She had been vouchsafed for a moment a vision of herself in some squalid Russian village, in a hideous Russian-made tweed dress, dispensing the necessaries of life to a people only little raised above the beasts of the field.

The vision made her smile, as well it might.